[He's a city boy, Shiro. More than most. Waver doesn't grump and refuse the hand up, but as he gets on his feet, there's real mortification on his face. Yes, Shiro's a friend, but there have been years upon years of a mistake resulting in getting laughed at, and that fear is hard to shake.]
Okay.
[It takes him a moment to observe every angle of how Shiro is standing, where the weapon is and isn't, and then Waver gets into the same stance. He doesn't swing, not yet. Position first.]
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Okay.
[It takes him a moment to observe every angle of how Shiro is standing, where the weapon is and isn't, and then Waver gets into the same stance. He doesn't swing, not yet. Position first.]
Is this about right?